An afternoon bringing 10 year olds around Changi Airport teaching them maths taught me a lesson on patience. Especially since I never was partial to children under 16 in the first place. It turned out surprisingly fun, save for the part when they couldn't decide among themselves what to call me and an overwhelming majority of them opted for "Auntie Tammy" - I immediately objected, of course. Auntie! The nerve! I'm only 9 years older, girls!


Two missed calls, and a jolt back to the past. If a year ago can be considered the past.

Well I would like to think of it that way. I mean, a year ago I was different. I have short hair now, for one.